Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.